25 November 2012
His feet padded against the sparkling snow. His coal eyes were locked onto her. The air around her appealed to him, the smell brought him closer, and he licked his lips. Her long slender legs, big brown eyes and reddened fur. She was beautiful and she knew it too. He could tell by the way she held her head high. He was getting closer, his body getting closer to the ground, and his movements getting slower, more precise. He knew what he was doing, he had done it many times before. He was hoping he wouldn't have to chase her down, he preferred relaxed meat, and his paw was still bad from his last hunt.
She raised her head, she knew he was there, and he knew it was easier if he just turned round and found something else to hunt. But she looked at him, her eyes shining. She didn't run. Slowly, she made her way towards him. So slowly as if she didn't want to frighten him. Like she was the hunter and he was the prey. But he was the hunter and somehow he had just been hunted. Hunted by beauty. Hunted by his prey ...
Hunted By Prey • Opuss № I